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January 15, 2003: An absolutely beautiful day in San Francisco -- about 69 degrees so I packed up my gear and headed to the base of the Golden Gate Bridge to go crabbing. Got halfway through this book (Snow Crash) that I’m reading and enjoyed the weather. Headed for home after a seal decided to make camp around my trap and ripped out half of my squishy chicken parts. But that's OK cos I had plenty for tonight's dinner: Great weather The Dungeness and the starfish got dumped back into the drink. Ohh, dinner! Almost ready...